aksara tanpa suara

tell me it's okay

is it just me being an ungrateful human being,
or is it really empty here?
where is the sparks of joy that most people felt when they are home?
where is the serenity?
the comfort?
the intimacy of a family?

because everytime i woke up in the morning,
i found nothing but an empty, dark, and cold building called house.
i found nothing but a stain of coffee on the dining table.
i found nothing but a dusty kitchen—left untouched.

if it's really what home is,
i don't wanna be home—

23.11, 🏠